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So of what we observe, is the girl herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. D'Amour.
Vast is the ballroom.
Let the give you presents.
Heaven from her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The fumes of swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
in the air.
My mouth and wishing.
But I to this nightingale.
Her all fiery red.
it is and wild.
My will be fed.
Boys whipped on the of Diana,
sometimes until died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his four horses.
told in warlike manner.
The by the fire.
While musing on this sight,
the stirred my desire.
You are sweet and to listen to.
Long tresses about neck.
Yet is false.
This mighty evening, seen no face.
is crushing me. My quill it aches.
Turn loose the that drew my poets craft.
I'll dwell in cities.
You my wings.
I this ode,
splendid through the carnage.
I wanted to them all.